The Sickstair Song
One, two, three, four
Scarlet woman we call the whore
Rearing up on hooves of evening
And when she fell down the stairs
I tried very hard not to laugh
Gripping the bannister
Gripping my crutch
I tried hard not to go to her
I tried hard not to go to her
There is something of Heaven in death
There is something of Heaven in death
In death